Farriers

Farriers

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Farriers play honest, hard alt-folk that guarantees to get your foot stomping. Drawing on Americana and Irish roots, Farriers take the listener on a journey through truthfully up-tempo songs, darkly alcoholic gospel and heartfelt moments of sincere melancholy.

Biography

"Northern Ireland's finest folk act hands down" - BBC

Hailing from Belfast, Northern Ireland, the
band have garnered great acclaim, both for their
highly charged live shows and upon the release of
their first EP, ‘Coastlines’, and debut album 'Years Ago In Our Back Yard' which have received
much radio attention from local and national
stations.

"Easily a contender for the Northern Irish album of the year." Culture Northern Ireland

Their debut album 'Years Ago In Our Backyard' has caused a tangible buzz in radio stations and venues across the country, with much critical acclaim. The album includes tales of a small town that lies in the path of bigger journies; unforgettable nights out in smoky pubs and stories about long lamented youth in sprawling North American cities.

To make the album possible Farriers embarked on one of the most innovative funding ventures undertaken in Northern Ireland, which offered fans the chance to donate money towards the production of the album. With an incredible response in the 30 day pledge period, Farriers were able to mix, master and distribute the album.

Fronted by Rachel Coulter and Stephen
Macartney, whose close harmony singing harkens
back to old time bluegrass, the band also includes
Kate Squires on viola, and Gareth Hughs on bass.

"One of the key bands for acoustic Ireland." Music Link Northern Ireland

Lyrics

Keep It Alive

Written By: Stephen Macartney

Had a long run since the day it died,
I know you'll keep it alive,
Looking for the scene every Friday night,
I know you'll keep it alive.
I saw the fighters go harder than a knife,
I know you'll keep it alive.

Heading for a life when this one ends,
I know you'll find it again.
Never gonna see for what you spend,
I know you'll find it again.
I let the colour in, finer than a thread,
I know you'll find it again.

Take a moment for the lonely hearts that look
For you to help,
They'll be waiting when the drinking starts to hit,
You hard as hell.

Waiting for a time to be the one,
We'll find our day in the sun.

Never gonna know when this day comes,
We'll find our day in the sun,
Waiting for a time to be the one,
We'll find our day in the sun.

Take a moment for the lonely hearts that look
For you to help,
They'll be waiting when the drinking starts to hit,
You hard as hell.

Had a long run since the day it died,
I know you'll keep it alive,
Looking for the scene every Friday night,
I know you'll keep it alive.

Another One Riding

Written By: Stephen Macartney

Here's another one riding,
Set blood on the southern line,
Gone done the devil you're fighting,
Shot up with the road signs.
Held tight the shackle of wisdom,
Run dry the river bed.
Dirt trails the bars of your prison,
Gone stale the broken bread.

No more, the look of salvation,
Wears thin the modern lie.
Unleash the bride of your nation,
Uncut the hanging ties.
Run deep, wading in fire,
All deeds are cannonized,
Set light the diesel spires,
There's a number for all of your lives.

Go on, sell us another one.
And tell us what you want.

San Remo

Written By: Stephen Macartney

I waited half the night in our one room by the side,
And listened for the road trains going by,
And every passing headlight, reveals our lonely hide,
then disappears while we return to quiet.

And I know it wont be long 'til there's nothing there at all,
To keep us when the year is getting cold,
There are stories still to come I'm sure of people on the run,
Each a moment that grows so quickly old.

And though a sky rolls out ahead of us,
There's only so much further you can go,
And there's crosses by the road side,
All the way to San Remo.

And it doesn't help recalling but I'll drink the sun to bed,
'Til it takes the light within my weary eyes,
And I'll take another bottle and I'll finish what we have,
But you know it never seems to satisfy.
But it keeps me 'til the daybreak, and it keeps me feeling high,
On another day to drive away the time,
And I can't help but remember I wont see this place again,
But the memory will be with me all my life.

And though a sky rolls out ahead of us,
There's only so much further you can go,
And there's crosses by the road side,
All the way to San Remo.

And we're three days from a city, and leaving all the time,
Seems like we've been moving for a year,
But I'll drink my health this evening and be ready at first light,
To beat the day and try and disappear,
I'm staring at the distance, my future through the miles,
Thinking of the time we spent alone,
But I've still got you beside me and the day is looking bright,
And I'm sure I know the way we should be going.

And though a sky rolls out ahead of us,
There's only so much further you can go,
And our road cuts on along the dust,
So many other places we wont know,
And the days drift by like cotton buds,
That hang in heavy air and lay you low
With those crosses by the road side,
All the way to San Remo.

Fickle Fold

Written By: Rachel Coulter, Stephen Macartney

O, my broken tale untold,
Blown away with the sand,
Who will stand by my side in the darkest of times,
'Til morning creeps upon the land.

Lower the lamplight grew over the room.
Sewn in the lines of our eyes,
Lost now the courage to carry a soul,
And cradle the will of the blind.

I'm rolling on the devil's road,
He'll bury deep my begging bones.
I follow 'neath a Holy veil,
To flee upon His iron rail.
To gather light from life alone,
Sever now the hurt I hold,
I've gone to raise my sinners home,
And dwell amongst the fickle fold.

Fallen along where the fallows lay,
All of the ruins we own,
For those that have gone and led us in vain,
To rest on the ashes we have thrown.

And though we may harvest the Lord's given word,
And hold to the wisdom we know,
Higher still, an old lesson learned,
That longs for life in the foe.

And I'm rolling on the devil's road,
He'll bury deep my begging bones.
I follow 'neath a Holy veil,
To flee upon His iron rail.
To gather light from life alone,
Sever now the hurt I hold,
I've gone to raise my sinners home,
And dwell amongst the fickle fold.

Discography

Coastlines EP - 2009.
Years Ago In Our Backyard -2012